So it turns out that at one point before the spay surgery, Runty managed to give the vets the slip.. It took like 5 people to get her back.. She had literally flung herself out of the carrier when they opened the door and shot off into hiding. Thank god they managed to get her back with towels and much military style planning.. She really is a wild one. You wouldn't think so if you just looked at her sweet pretty face though. She looks so precious.. All lies though.. all lies.. hahahahaha. Don't be deceived!
Since Runty and Stubbs are both still so feral, the vet Dr S decided that it would be best if i took them home right after surgery, instead of having them spend the night at the clinic and be fully awake and recharged and evil the next day. So after work i went to pick them up. They were both awake but still very stoned so it was easy for me to gently lift their little bodies from the carriers and place them back inside their cage on a clean fluffy towel. That was the first time i have ever handled them and probably the last.. While they continued to enjoy their drug stupor i pet them, stroked their heads, rubbed their chins and they fell back asleep. That was so nice but so sad too because I knew it would end soon and sure enough, by this morning, they were fully alert and back to their bitchy ways. I admit i had hoped that maybe a little part of them would remember that I had been so gentle and loving with them while they were helpless. oh well... all part of animal rescue right.. *sigh*
Stubbs yesterday evening, still feeling woozy and stoned..
Stubbs this morning.. back on high alert.
Runty half stoned, half awake.. wedged herself between the cage bars and the litter box yesterday.
Runty this morning.. back to her wary, suspicious self.
Oh and in case any of you haven't guessed.. Runty's name is Runty because she was the runt of the litter.. Tiny compared to the rest and with a limp. Stubbs has a stubby tail.. yeah i know, veryyyyy original..